justwrite 12 february

having the same thought again i'm caught again between sandals and scandals the tea cozies and the holey moley rollers the moses in curlers and the cure-all banjo team having lunches with others and bunches of brothers unrelated to the stated objectives though that's a different one and what i need is to come home and roll over into the space and chase the waste away but to stay in motion requires devotion to commotion and no sense of decorum to decorate the floor in the courthouse and the spouse having gone the way of the wind the willows the billowing billions spilling all over the front page trying for a t and a prayer a wing and a cookie and the bookie making back the taxes has no chance of relaxing while the maxing out of credit goes on sings along with breath held the melding of the tired selves the tiered elves shelving their concerns and burning their earnings in backlogs clogging up the intersections the lack of attention killing anyone who'll listen and the glistening blisters stomping up the heels feeling real enough to end but looking around just in case this is not the case not the race worth winning the wheel worth spinning and if you'll just let me know i'll go